Bedroom Blog: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

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"I have some news," Sarah said solemnly as soon as I walked into the door last night. "It's about Brandon."

Oh, no, I panicked. He met some girl and decided not to wait around for me, and now I've blown my chance.

"What?" I asked, although I didn't really want to know.

Sarah grabbed one of her hair extensions and pretended to cut it off with finger scissors.

"Dreads. Gone," she said.

"You suck," I said, throwing a pillow at her. "And here I thought you were going to tell me he met some chick and forgot all about me."

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"Well, now that you mention it… oh my god, I'm kidding," she quickly added when she saw my pained expression. "Seriously, though, I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."

"Why? I don't care about the dreads."

"Well, you spent like two weeks mooning over Jason Castro when American Idol was on."

"That had nothing to do with the dreads," I explained. "He had a beautiful soul…"

"Oh god, here we go again."

"… a light from within… a spiritual--"

"The show is over, K. Get over it." Sarah said.

"But he was so pretty," I insisted. "You didn't think he was pretty?"

"He was totally hot. But so not your type."

"Okay, so why did Brandon chop them off?"

"He read in some gossip column that our show is getting cancelled, and now he's on this kick where he thinks he needs a fallback career."

"Is it getting cancelled? Are you worried? Will you have to move back to L.A.?" I asked, suddenly forgetting all about Brandon and worrying that I was going to lose my best friend, again.

"No, no and no," she said. (Phew!) "Now back to Brandon. He looks cute. Really cute. So cute, in fact, that I'd remind him you're still out there before someone else tries to snatch him up."

I told her I'd think about it. I texted him before I got ready for bed though…

Heard you chopped the dreads. Hope you didn't lose all of your power.

After I changed into my pajamas, washed my face and brushed my teeth, my phone beeped. One new text from Brandon.Woo hoo!

Don't you worry, Delilah. I can still defend myself against your feminine wiles.

I went to sleep with a smile on my face, planning my quest to conquer Brandon in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, though, a flirty reminder here and there couldn't hurt, could it?